Saint-denis Style Remix-affirmative Action (avec Nas) Lyrics - Ntm

This is what, this what they want huh 

This is what it's all about 

Time to take Affirmative Action son 

They just don't understand, you kna'mean 

Niggas coming sideways thinking stuff is sweet man 

Niggas don't understand the four devils; lust, envy, hate, jealousy 

Wicked niggas, man 

Yo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip your cog-ni-ac 

And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat 

Sneak attack a new cat sit back, worth top dollar 

In fact touch mine's and I'll react like a Rottweiler 

Who could relate, we play for high stakes at gunpoint 

Catch em and break, undress em, tie em with tape no escape 

The Corleone, fettuccine Capone 

Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome 

We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown 

Lower your tone, face it homicide cases get blown 

Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats 

See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black 

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss 

That nigga Paulie gotta die, he too soft 

That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin 

They found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth 

I put the hit out 

Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me 

And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies 

Yo, my people from Medina they will see you 

When you re-up bring your heater all your cream go between us 

Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip 

I chill with niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks 

My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team 

Corleone be turning niggas to fiends 

Yukons and ninja black Lexus, Mega the pretty boy 

With mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it 

Yo, my mind is seeing through your design like blind fury 

I shine jewelry sipping on crushed grapes, we lust papes 

And push cakes inside the casket at Just wake 

It's sickening, he just finished bidding upstate 

And now the projects is talking that somebody gotta die shit 

It's logic as long as it's nobody that's in my clique 

My man Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee 

Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me 

Life's a bitch but God-forbid the bitch divorce me 

I'll be flooded with ice so hell fire can't scorch me 

Cuban cigars meeting Foxy at the Mosque 

Moving cars, your top papi Señor Escobar